This Place We Call Home (discontinued)

This Place We Call Home (discontinued)

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[ Originally named "13" ]. For most people, thirteen is the good year of your life. You can see the world with different eyes. You can finally be treated like an adult. As a teen, life just gets a little better. Maybe for you it does. In my town, when you turn thirteen, you disappear. Gone. Forever. No one knows where you go. The stroke of midnight, that second when the clock finally "ticks" and you know your gone. But I know about this place. Let me tell you a tale, a tale about the day I turned thirteen. *this may not be updated soon, since I am going through major editing to take out any grammar problems and/or spelling. Also, I may be taking out/adding parts, nothing too big.
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I'm not just any normal girl. And I know what you're thinking, Oh my god! She's a vampire or something! But no. I'm not supernatural, even though that would be awesome. I would never be anything like, exciting, or... I don't know. I don't paint my nails or wear high heals like the other girls. Neither am I very social, I don't have many friends. I'm clumsy. Like, extremely clumsy. Just yesterday I poured water all over my white T-shirt, reveling my bright pink bra. And you know what? It was in the middle of lunch. In school. On the first day. Everyone was watching me. Even the new guy. What's his name? Logan or something. Every girl's drooling over him for some reason. I don't get it. And I think you would know by now, how 'not normal' I am. Yes, you know that I'm not a vampire or a werewolf, or a girly girl. No, I'm socially awkward. Credits go to @xsnowberryx for the beautiful cover!

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